The story
He keeps moving before the hurt can catch him.
A hard-eyed drifter keeps the engine warm and the horizon closer than home, running every back road before daylight can pin him down. Laredo hangs somewhere behind him like a place he will not stay, and every mile buys him a little more time before the ache in the rearview pulls even with him.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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